VOIDED

         Vacuum

He opened the file

and there it sat

On an empty page,

a singular word perched
in limbo :

         'vacuum'

Floating …

Upper-left top

Of an otherwise

blank screen, 
a thought, but

    Oddly incomplete

He doubted it was his.

Yet no doubt it was.

It had to be!

If not...

Who else could have?

What's it mean?

....Drawing a blank?

.......Feeling drained?

..........an emptiness, perhaps.

It was a beginning and an end

With nothing in-between

What does it mean?

What does one do with it?

Whose words?

Whose brain?

Whose revery?
Was so vaccumous

As to suck us into

Filling the void
or had the word, itself,
true it's meaning
drained the page 
of it's intended
content
only 
to leave us
vacant and 
wondering?

Will mysteries never cease? 

 V

THE SEARING

The cloak

Donned at two

The eternal shroud

Sheltering

The Hallowed cloud

Seduced

by the muse

in the darkness,

we trust.

In darkness

we lust

In darkness

we draw

Darker outlines

and flaws

Hidden

by day

Heightened

by night

In darkness

we saw,

a darkness

too bright

THE LINE

( Drinking with Skunk )

The line of those willing to take credit for your labors is a long one. And twice as insincere. Never make it look too easy, otherwise they think it is. Pretty soon, they think, well hell, anyone can do this shit. That’s the end. Diving on your own petard. ( bang ).

Can’t blame them. Life is hard enough, and you’re lucky to be where you are, if you’re safe and loved, it’s not a bad place to be, really….but then you got to hang on to it. There are things you are responsible for. What if you fuck up? Then what?  I mean…Who is it …sticks out their neck? Who just does it ?…. without question, choice, or a thought. Find them, follow them, stay close unless there’s trouble. If there’s trouble drop back, less there be shrapnel. But if you sense victory, get in tight enough to shake the hands and take the pats. All along, just be aware of those that would step over your bones to feel the glow. So…?  Fuck it. The past is the past. Those games have been played. The efforts long ago exerted, quietly dissipated like the sweat it took to accomplish… accepting 'forgetting', if not 'forgiving'. Memories, now vapor, not worth regretting. Time is in the doing…something you pass through to get where you are.

So where are you? Have you a clue?

       I’m sittin’ here talkin’ to you.   

   

Right, you are.

       Hell, we’re okay!

Right, again. You ready to go home?

       I thought I made that abundantly clear.

Is that what that was? Check please.

V

THE FINAL WHISPER

                                                           ' 06

Miriam wanted to know the truth, but there was no way to tell it. The pain alone would kill her dead.

Miriam suspects you are involved in an unsolved mystery.

Hiram knows you are not what you seem

And Rachel hung a sheet in her window, screaming -

HELP US!

We had ten calls to 911…

Overloaded,

System failure 

And still no one listened

Without a sound

There was no

final whisper -

….help us.

Us? 

Too late to ponder.

Something's wrong:

Bodies found

underground

Hands bound

Fates unwound

Before the committee

We were allowed

To expound

On exactly

what went 

wrong

yet, no one

accepted

the offer

                                              slip away

V 

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V

THE PERFORMANCE

Jezuzfuckingkryst, ERIC!!! Do you have to let the universe know you reached orgasm? Are you trying to stop fucking traffic in Hong Kong?! Can you shriek your freaky bitch scream from a fuckin' higher pitch? Shattered glass is falling from high-rises on the streets below just because you got yourself ‘blowed’. You’d think you just ejaculated the fucking Empire State Building with that bellow, but instead it’s just your ‘little buddy’ havin a sneeze while blowing his nose. He’ll go back to bed right off, I’m sure….sleep soundly through the night. But the drama, the terror, you must have caused - the shock wave set off car alarms in Madrid. And set off a suzzanna alert in the South Pacific.

 ‘Sue who’? You mean like Amber...?

I mean...'Tsu - nami',

What’s the second name?

What ‘second name’? It’s a natural phenomena, not an Asian party-girl. How bloody blotto are you?

Plenty. 
I know...
Pity. She sounds interesting. Can I just lie here and enjoy my after-glow?

No fartin’.

That’s a big part of the relief…

Well, if you haven’t noticed, there has been NO relief on this end of the engagement, and your awful air won’ help…

Aw, yes, THAT end. Let me see it again? Damn. Lovely, it is. Look at that! So round, so plump…

FIRM!

So firm and plump …and round.

Thank you.

Melonesque

That’s usually reserved for breasts, actually…

Oh…..

Not these breasts mind you, but fuck-off if they don’t meet your measure.

They seem to meet my measure just fine.

Speaking of ‘measure’…

Oh?… you mean buddy? C’mon now, he’s about normal size, from what I’ve been reading…current studies show...

Oh? Curious about it are you? I can’t comment about size really, I have had only a small sample size.

What!!??

In terms of ‘volunteers’, silly. “Numeric Test Samples!", as in 'DATA', stupid...

You know what that means? - You should get out more often.

You should drop in more often…

Well you know, ‘the research project’, and those odd hours…

Don’t I, though.

Sometimes we just have to blow it off... 

We could do that, too. Want more scotch?

We have more? Not very likely.

Damn. Right you are. Gonna have to be rum.

Rum is fun. Got ginger beer?

Does this place look like a bar.

Not one I would frequent.

Nor I. Besides I am pretty blotto, myself.

While I’m in the immediate area…are you ready for your Aria!?

You telling me “Intermission” is over already? OK!  In that case, Mi-Mi…Mi…I just might be.

Allow me to dim the lights for the second act.

The play must go on…

Oh, look, it’s a little stage. Curtains open...

And, you make your entrance...oh.

 V

BUM CHUM

Let's start fresh. Don't mess with my path and I won't mess with yours. I was born innocent. You have to start somewhere. We all were. Once. Innocent. The door opens and you are delivered to some chance address. Your makers, random donors, not of your choosing. Flow. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of terror. Life springs, and your chances descend rapidly as you are swept through the years. Washed down a gentle stream, but picking up steam, soon to be ravaged and raped by the rapid, rabid, river of life, roiled over rocks, ages older than you, that endure by shredding the flesh of the flotsam, the likes of what's left of our plump round bottoms. The tumble, the churn, and the abuses we endure as we flow downhill, quickened by our own momentum...

The rocks....the rapids, they don't care....you don’t feed them, only foul them. They have no choice - you are there to be shredded, and 'They' are in some Big Rush. 

Such, is Life. 

   Such, is Sushi.

      ...(just, Grizzly-Yum) 

Eventually your Springs become stumbles, and your falls become Winter. You ache all over, and choice is not an option. The current has you. So, plan the best you can, but it's The Grand plan that matters, and that's never in your hands.

We are minuscule particles.... bio-feces flushed into eternal space by a wizard of our making…our wasting...never in control of currents or consequences. So to all us swept-away martyrs, and swept-away fools -  

'You don't run the river, the river runs you.'

A flicker of a fraction, so finite not to matter.

See the light? Oh you missed it. So are you.

V